STRAY - Stray Kids Imagines/One Shots

warmth • Han Jisung

warmth
[n]•
     the quality, state, or sensation of being warm; enthusiasm, affection or kindness

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I snuggle up to my pillow more as the first rays of sunlight sneak through the openings in my curtains. It's so warm in my bed and I don't want to leave, but I have a meeting in the afternoon today so it's mandatory for me to get up and look presentable.

I look over at the sleeping boy next to me. His puffy cheeks gain even more size when he sleeps, and his mouth hangs slightly open, making his lips look soft and warm. I smile as I reach one hand over and run my thumb over his lips.

Jisung tightens his grip with the arm that is always around my waist when we sleep and pulls me over to him, weakly I might add. He struggles in his sleepy state and barely moves me two inches before giving up and whining incoherently into his pillow.

I chuckle and roll onto my back, yawning. I pluck his fingers and play with them lightly before setting his hand down beside him and slowly moving to sit up and leave the bed.

He whines again and scoots closer to my now sitting form. He wraps his arms around my waist and tries to pull me back down.

"Jisung," I laugh, "I have to get up. Want me to make you some breakfast? Come on, let me go this is important."

He battles to stay awake enough to hold me in bed, while also trying to continue his sleep as long as possible. Unfortunately for him, a fully awake me beats a half asleep him.

I stand up and stretch, wandering to the kitchen. I can hear him mumbling complaints the whole time.

It's thirty minutes later by the time I've eaten, brushed my teeth and showered. I step out of the bathroom expecting to see Jisung shoving dry cereal into his mouth while watching cartoons, but he's nowhere to be seen.

I shake some of the droplets off my hair. He can't still be in bed, can he?

Huffing, I walk quietly over to our room and see his form still in bed under the covers. He hears me come in and turns over slightly to look at me. "(Y/N), I'm cold. Come here~" He opens his arms to me and smiles at me cutely.

I cross my arms and lean on the door pane. "And why should I do that?"

"Because you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen and," he pauses to yawn, then continues, "I want to spend all the time in the whole wide world with you."

"Yea, alright you big suck up. Move it over, and no complaints about my hair being damp."

He makes room for me on the bed and I snuggle up to him, my head underneath his chin and our arms around one another. I sigh in relief as I feel his warmth, there's nothing to compare it to.

"Plus you need some time to relax, I know how busy you are. I wanna make sure you feel appreciated." He holds me a little bit tighter, and I snuggle into him more.

"Mmmmm" he mumbles into the top of my head, "your hair smells so nice."

"It's your shampoo" I chuckle.

"I know."

I punch him lightly as we both laugh quietly. I feel my eyes begin to close as I feel Jisungs breath move in and out, and the rhythm of his heartbeat lulls me to sleep.

"Mmm, I love you Jisung. Wake me up in an hour?" I mumble sleepily into his neck.

"Ah I love you too darling, and no promises on that wake up call. I want to lay here with you forever."

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A/N: a quick one for my bias because I'm down and needed something soft to pick me up.